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Out of all the things in the world that could've happened at the therapy session, the worst possible thing happened...

They put Joey back on his medication. Antidepressants. Just two white tablets once every night. Out of everything they could've done, of course, they had to do that.

Joey was completely and utterly furious but so upset at the same time.

The glass has shattered once more. Now I have to pick up the pieces.

Once we walked into our home, he slammed the door louder then ever before. He immediately kicked of his shoes and went to the guest room, and slammed that door as well; he was basically a toddler throwing a tantrum.

This was going go be the most exhausting nights. Cause I had to somehow find a way to make Joey take his medicine. It was crucial that he took them once a day.
I put the brown paper bag on the counter and took the pill bottle out from it. I pressed my hand on the lid and twisted it to the right; making the lid pop open, and for me to get two pills from it. I got a water bottle and took a deep breath before walking over and knocking lightly on the door.

"Joey" I said as I twisted the knob; surprisingly enough, it wasn't locked. I walked in and Joey was sat on the large bed and had his knees up to his chest, covering his face; his arms wrapped around his legs, which were pressed against eachother.

"I'm not taking the freaking pills, Daniel!" He shouted as he snapped his head up. I never saw him so angry until that very moment.

"Joey, you have to" I said calmly. He stood up and took one of the pillows that was on the bed, and chucked it towards the closet door; making me flinch.

"No!" He shouted again. He began pacing back and forth as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Joey, it's not that big of a deal. You just swallow them, then you're done." I said as I put the bottle and pills down on the side table. "'Not a big deal' my elbow! You don't know what it's like!" He shouted back in reply, smacking the closet door hard.

"Joey stop that" I said as he sat back down. He was acting like a toddler, just an angry toddler who didn't wanna do something.

"I don't want to stop! I'm sick of all this!" He yelled as he threw another pillow.

I stepped forward, attempting to grab his hands to prevent him from throwing anything else, but when I reached down to grab them, he raised his right one up and slapped the right side of my face.

And the second he did, he completely froze. It honestly didn't hurt at all, it hurt for maybe half a second then it was fine. But his mouth parted slightly and he took a few steps behind him.

"Dear god..." He whispered so quietly, I was barely able to hear him. I stepped forward again, but he the stepped back.

"I...I can't believe I- oh god..." He began murmuring. His eyes were filled with such guilt and regret, I don't even think my cheek even turned red or anything. I really didn't feel much but I was slightly expecting that to happen.

"Joey, hey, it's okay-"

"N-no no no this- no, this I...oh my god" he interrupted. His entire body was completely still at this moment

"Nine, what have you done to me?" He whispered, I could barely hear it.

"Joey, hey, it's okay. It's fine." I said to reassure him. But his entire body was slightly shaking. And he brought his left hand up and put it over his mouth.

And he looked at me and then immediately looked away. "I'm so sorry" he said. "It's okay. I forgive you." I said. The be honest, I saw him slapping me coming. I mean, he hits everything else, and once I get too close to try and stop him, I knew he was probably going to do that.

Something I was very unsure of was why did they gave him antidepressants, I mean, maybe they didn't know what else to do? But why would they give him those? That seems very weird.

"I can't believe I-I...that was never suppose to happen...I swore to myself...my god- I can't..." He murmured.

I finally, to his resistance, was able to grab his hand. He held his hand as far as possible towards me so he could keep his distance from me, afraid of hurting me again.

"What's happening to me?" He whispered as his eyes met with mine. His eyes watering broke my heart, and it made my eyes water as well.

"I...I don't know" I replied as one single tear escaped my eyes. He opened his mouth to speak. "I-" but he couldn't continue, he completely broke down into a sob, but I quickly took a large step forward so I held him, in my arms as we sat on the ground, my back against the bed and him sitting in between my legs as I had my arms wrapped firmly around his small body. And he just cried out. He just sobbed all of his feeling and emotions out.

Because he needed to. It was the only way for him go calm down.

It was the only way to out the glass back together again.

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